28Goodbye mounts, sources of the water...
My arrival in Naples was healthy: I felt invigorated in the physical and, more than anything else, in the moral: I forgot in large part the many contrarieties suffered. At the station there was my father, with the inevitable lit cigarette, being an avid smoker, and my little brother Mario, his inseparable companion, especially after my departure for Como.
At home my mother was waiting for me, the one I called "my old lady" but she was not old at all: that name was only a pet-name I had unjustly given to her.
My father and my mother had always constituted a beautiful and enviable couple, from every point of view: my mother when I was born was just 21 years old and my father 24. We children were proud of their physical and moral beauty and we were
